Lynn Kurland famous quotes

She was sitting in a garden more beautiful than even her rampaging imagination could ever have conjured up, and she was being serenaded by trees.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Beautiful #Garden #Imagination

Say me aye," he whispered against her mouth. "Say me aye." How could she say anything else?
-- Lynn Kurland

#Say Anything #Mouths

I am a connoisseur of fine irony. 'Tis a bit like fine wine, but it has a better bite.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Wine #Irony #Fine

He stopped and looked at her. "Your eyes are leaking." "It's the flowers. They make me sneeze." "Then let us be away from the garden. Open the door, love, if you will." She obeyed, then froze halfway over the threshold. "What did you call me?" "The first of countless endearments if you'll but stir yourself to hold our current course.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Flower #Eye #Garden

He can occasionally see to an enemy," she conceded. "If he manages to get his sword pointed in the right direction and the enemy does him the favor of falling upon it in precisely the right way.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Fall #Enemy #Way

Shut up," Morgan said, whirling on the woman and pointing the sword at her. "Shut up, you shrill harpy, before I aid you in doing so by means of a dozen ways you won't care for in the least." Adhémar's fiancée fell, blessedly, silent.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Mean #Way #Mars

She looked at him gravely. "You cannot call back the river that has already flowed past you, Ruith. All you can do is be grateful for where you are in it.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Grateful #Past #Rivers

He lifed his head and looked down at her seriously. "Could you," he began, then he had to clear his throat. "Could you learn to be fond of me?" he asked. "With enough time?" She looked at him in surprise. It was the first time in all their acquaintance that she'd heard him sound the least bit hesitant. "I don't need to learn anything," she said, before she thought better of it.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Firsts #Sound #Enough Time

I could tell you a tale about something,' Miach offered, rubbing her hand absently. 'If you like.' She frowned thoughtfully. 'What sort of something?' 'Something that would soothe you,' he promised. 'I'm sure there would be swords involved. Bloodshed. Peril. That kind of thing.
-- Lynn Kurland

#Hands #Would Be #Kind

Weeds are flowers too, once you get to know them.

As I make my slow pilgrimage through the world, a certain sense of beautiful mystery seems to gather and grow.

How clear, how lovely bright, How beautiful to sight Those beams of morning play; How heaven laughs out with glee Where, like a bird set free, Up from the eastern sea Soars the delightful day. To-day I shall be strong, No more shall yield to wrong, Shall squander life no more; Days lost, I know not how, I shall retrieve them now; Now I shall keep the vow I never kept before. Ensanguining the skies How heavily it dies Into the west away; Past touch and sight and sound Not further to be found, How hopeless under ground Falls the remorseful day.

Don't frown beautiful, you fascinate me.

The greatest fine art of the future will be the making of a comfortable living from a small piece of land.

I see little hope for a nation that values the health of its livestock more than that of its people....Farmers are not criticized for routinely giving their (live)stock nutritional supplements....superior to any sold for humans...Millions of families could plant home gardens if they truly wanted health. Refined food are practically unknown in Russia. The life expectancy of the 40-year-old American is near the lowest in the world.

The music had to be rooted, and yet had to branch out,like the wild imagination of a child.

Literature is a beautiful way of keeping the imagination alive, of visiting worlds you would never have time to in your day-to-day life. It keeps you abreast of a wider spectrum of human activities.

This is one of those cases in which the imagination is baffled by the facts.

Creativity is the power to reject the past, to change the status quo, and to seek new potential. Simply put, aside from using one's imagination - perhaps more importantly - creativity is the power to act.